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[Okay, so. Post-draft, he's given himself a few days of seclusion and bed-rest (apparently being infected with a zombie virus is exhausting), and even Billy can freely admit to himself that he's been pretty depressed lately, a fact for which he feels no shame considering that depression was well and truly earned. One can only spend so much time fretting, moping, and dwelling on one's own misery for so long, however, and today? He's decided that enough is enough. Billy will be going out today, limping around the village and visiting the people who were on the draft whose fate he's still uncertain of. The ones he can't find or has no reason to actually visit, he'll check with a light location spell, and he'll spend a few hours at Seventh Heaven people-watching out the window while he doodles in a book that Teddy had given him containing a series of patterns (much like this) that resemble inkblogs, and bit by bit Billy's turning them into something like this instead. It's been a tiring week, though, so you could always catch him napping on the table, instead.

At some point he'll attempt to find Peter, and when both a location spell and a teleport fails, he tries to teleport to the apartment he'd been staying at instead, finding it almost completely emptied. All he manages to dig up is a small cartridge that, after a moment of scrutiny, he identifies as a web fluid cartridge. His fanboyish glee at the discovery is tempered by the fact that the empty apartment means one more piece of bad news.

After his visits and window-watching is done, he'll return home to make the announcement, along with one more message-]

Hey out there... just wanted to let his friends know that Peter Parker went home. So... sorry. Yeah.

[Locked to Loki]

...We still on for tomorrow, or do you want to take a break? Because... you know. [Draft. Awfulness all around. He wouldn't blame Loki if he wanted to take a week off.

Later on in the evening he'll be over at Ben's barbeque, if anyone wants to bother him while he's there.]

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[He agreed with Pepper, but Tony being Tony, can't just agree outright.]

What she said.

[Wow, all jokes aside, this is astonishingly touching, especially coming from Mr. Cynical himself. Billy's brows are lifted when he responds.]

Noted- for those rare occasions when I'm too sleepy to teleport myself home. But when I start inviting myself to sleepovers with Iron Man you'll regret it.

Just make sure you knock first. In case Tony and I are occupied.

[Tit for tat; Billy could invite himself over, but he may walk in on something he doesn't want to see.]

[In spite of things, that gets a bit of a wicked grin out of Tony.]

We'd hate to have you teleporting in on our recreational activities.

[What.]

[At that, Billy glances sidelong at Pepper, brows raised, then coughs lightly into a fist. Eh-heh, like that ever happens.]

Riiight... can't have that.

[Because sometimes revenge is not so sweet.]

[Pepper’s going to just watch Billy with a little grin on her lips, because for once? What Tony’s implied is exactly what she means too.

And it does happen, Billy. It does.]

I know I’d definitely prefer not to.

[See? He isn't always putting double entendres where they don't belong.

Just most of the time.]

I think it's safe to say everyone would agree with that.

[Uh-huh, that wasn't vaguely traumatizing in any way whatsoever. He sighs quietly, shaking his head and trying not to smile awkwardly, and moves to stand.]

...Well. Now that you've ruined my sex life for the rest of the month, I should head home and give Teddy the bad news. Speaking of which, though, in case you didn't get an invite already, Ben's having a big barbeque over at the apartment tonight, if you feel like joining the party.

[At least 88% of the time.

She laughs when Billy stands to make his exit.]  Oh please.  I think you’ll find a way to manage somehow.  [Pepper has little doubt in the power of a teenage male’s sex drive.

The mention of the barbeque has her expression falling a bit, however.  Her desire to eat meat has been significantly lessened since she’d been cured, and she’s only been back to eating actual food for a day besides.  Pepper looks over at Tony, briefly meeting his eyes, then back toward Billy.]

Thank you, but I’m going to pass.  I’m technically not supposed to be leaving the house until the day after tomorrow anyway.  [It’s the safest reason, one that hopefully won’t lead to questions she doesn’t entirely want to answer.]

[He wasn't surprised at Pepper's response at all; in fact, he wasn't inclined to go even before she'd answered, with the way she needed to recover. And it wasn't just for her sake. He didn't want to leave her yet, either.]

Give them our regards, though. Or don't. It doesn't really matter.

Haha, I will anyway. And preemptively pass along their condolences to not getting to see you.

[He starts for the door, offering a backhand wave, intent on letting himself out as usual.]

Take care, you guys.

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